#chica egos

[kibblebitez]

mark egos? who’s that? all i know is chica egos

[sifferko]

Overcooked chefs,but Markiplier and his family and egos~:)

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

he's sulking...

[midnight-nightrose]

Wkm playing card ideas

[crypticandchaotic]

Wait so if head engineer mark is in dislyte is would this be lore. Hang on I gotta go look at his voice lines

Also the little Chica patch on his uniform is so cute 😍

[desorden-en-letras]

Solamente te quería como un capricho de mi ego, pero creo que ya estoy en un punto de mi vida dónde puedo detectarlo y manejarlo y no que mi ego me maneje a mí. Quiero vivirte y vivirnos, así…sin nada más, sin querer poseerte, solamente disfrutar-nos mientras nos haga bien.

-odisea.

[moucat-owo]

🤖🕶🐕Drew some cute stuff to cure my bad mood, and share it to spread some happiness. Enjoy some cool android boi!!

Got the idea from Tom Cardy's song

[eldritchcryptids]

Yancy with Chica because yes

[captain-neutrino]

Say "pspspsps" + an ego or ISWM character in my inbox and I'll draw their response

[leighsartworks216]

Dogs in Space

ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer if you squint)

Requested by anon:

“Hi yes uh... this is my very first time requesting anything from anyone so I'm sorry if I come off as awkward but... this might be an odd request, but could you possibly write some HCs for ISWM about a captain who has a dog, and brings them onto the ship??? Like, how would everyone react, how would it play out, etc. (with perhaps a side of captaineer too?👉👈)”

I'm basing this off my own dog who is a medium-sized, black schipperke mix. As such I will be using she/her pronouns to refer to her and referencing some of her mannerisms :)

Warnings: slight slight SLIGHT angst if you look hard enough, fluff

Word Count: 453

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I feel like a new large space is intimidating for a little dog (who has anxiety 💀)

So like that bumpy ride at the start?? Awful. Everyone is stressed, she is whining and barking and upset

Mark tried welcoming you aboard and you’re just carrying a dog like “HI YEAH WHERE ARE MY QUARTERS”

Pupper calms down a bit once she’s in a quiet place

You refuse to go into warp until doggo is calmed down enough

Which results in settling her in an observation lounge and having every crew member come in one by one to sit on the floor and introduce themselves

Mark absolutely LOVES your doggo

Because it means Chica will have a friend!!!

But he gets so sad when she doesn’t sit in his lap like she sits in yours

Bc she is so determined to always find a way to sit in your lap

Celci enjoys the new animal addition to the crew

(Plus doggo adjusts to her faster than the others)

(Don’t tell Mark)

Gunther doesn’t get it

It’s such a small dog, bad for combat

It can’t hold a gun or maul something on command, so… What’s the point??

Burt is the calmest when introduced

He sits on the floor with you and does everything he can not to stress her out

You tell him that she has anxiety and is super nervous rn

And he recites some profound soliloquy about life and how fear is the normal order of the universe

She sits in his lap first

You’re slow to introduce her to Chica

And she’s slow to come around

But soon she realizes she has a new playmate and they run around chasing each other

Two dogs to help with anxiety now!!

Chica is calm, will go to you and just let you pet her or hug her or whatever you could possibly need to get the stress out

Your dog just absolutely begs to be pet and will throw a fuss if she doesn’t get the pets she so rightfully deserves (paws at them, whines like she’s starved for affection, huffs, etc etc)

The humor is what helps the anxiety

During the whole wormhole thing you are so goddamn stressed about the dogd all the time

Mark watches you efficiently disable/repair all the haywire systems in seconds without wavering and he knows it’s because of the doggos

He doesn’t blame you

After you find a planet and actually have two minutes to yourself, you call Mark and Chica to your place for a play date

You both just lay on the floor, trying not to cry or get overwhelmed with the memories of what happened, while your dogs cuddle up into you

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@hyperfixat

@cryptidjester

@your-voice-is-mellifluous

[briskkat]

An old style of mine I don’t use anymore

in space with Markiplier and Chica

[lostcybertronian]

Bim and Wilford

"I'm not crazy" and "I am your superior and you will respect me"

(I couldn't decide on which one, I'm sorry <3 btw, I absolutely adore your writing)

Tags: @darkstache-iplier @cookieface678 @storm337 @sketchy-scribs-n-doods @pixelenchanter @itsjustkyss @darkiplurrr @darksaceofshadows @moonysmayhem @xpouii @projectwkm @sororia04s @purple-anxiety-blog @rabbitsartcorner @tried-my-best @skatle-skootle-demon-noodle

Prompt: “I’m not crazy.” / “I am your superior and you will respect me.”

    This was so going to go viral. Bim inched closer to the edge of the set, where drywall and plywood became open air, and shoved his phone out into that space, zooming in far enough that he could capture the events transpiring in perfect detail, but not so far as to make it grainy. He wasn’t an amateur, after all.

    Wilford, meanwhile, continued on, unaware his every movement was on camera. He bent over the golden retriever sitting at his feet and fussed over her outfit, tightening the bow tie and straightening the tiny pink mustache affixed to her snout. “Now Chica, you know that I am your superior and you must respect me. Your behavior today has been frankly ridiculous.” He paused long enough to thumb at his suspenders, puffing his chest out. “You can’t keep shaking off your mustache. It is very important that we look exactly the same.”

At this point the camera shook; Bim was stifling a laugh. It only shook harder as Chica stood, shaking out her fur and once again dislodging the bow tie and mustache. She leaned against Wilford’s legs and grinned at him as he threw his hands up in exasperation.    

    “I must be crazy to keep doing this!” He exclaimed– and from behind the camera Bim whispered, “you are”-- “How are we ever going to pull off twin day-”

    He whirled around. “I heard that!” He started toward Bim’s hiding place. “If that’s you, Trimmer, you better take those words back. I’m not crazy.”

    “Yes you are!” The camera turned to a sickening blur of color as Bim fled for the studio exit, Wilford charging after him. Chica was at Wilford’s heels, happy to be a part of it all.

[sleepys-circus]

I keep seeing critics talking about the fnaf movie being poor but it literally isn't for them. I saw someone else saying the movie's a love letter to the fandom and i WHOLEHARTEDLY agree.

This is how i took it: We, the fans, are Anton Ego, the critic from Ratatouille; the ratatouille was special to us because it was our childhood. I hate ratatouille (the food), but to Anton Ego it was everything. Critics don't like the fnaf movie because they only have the movie as context, but to fans, the fnaf movie is everything and we love it even though it's a little cringey. In fact we love it BECAUSE it's cringey in some cases.

Like no new viewers would get the chica's magic rainbow part, or the MatPat reference, or the whole ongoing bit about Dream Theory sucking, or understand how hype the whole ending part was.

I was lucky to be in a cinema full of fnaf fans, and we were cheering and laughing, and screaming at the references. People got up when the movie ended and SAT BACK DOWN when the living tombstone came on. We shouted the letters of the code, and screamed when Matpat said his line. People clapped and cheered at the end, and people were crying at the parts where they were treating the animatronics with love and affection.

No critics would understand how much fans want to interact with the animatronics in a positive way, or understand how much importance the five seconds of its me on the mirror means in implications of the lore. They wouldn't understand because they haven't been waiting a good part of a decade to see this movie. They came, they saw, and that's it, it was a second of their life, but to us it was everything. This is our ratatouille, made to impress us, not the other people in the restaurant. This was our movie, a love letter to the fandom, not the critics.

I like the changes to the story, because it puts us back at square one. We're fumbling to rearrange lore and timelines. We have to rearrange names, and start with a blank slate, and it feels like a homecoming where to critics, it might feel a little messy.

We've been given a chance to start the journey all over again and i fucking love it so much. Because i'm an adult, and all of a sudden, i'm twelve years old again and we're trying to figure out if phone guy is chica, and struggling our way through whatever the fuck was happening in fnaf 3 to get the good ending. The critics don't get this.

They don't understand how hype the midnight motorists reference is, nor did they care about the references on the chalkboard. Or the code at the end, or the song choices, or the lore implications. They don't understand the sudden lore drop of william afton, or the way he's acting, but we do. They don't understand the vengeful spirit, but we do. Nothing is explained to the audience, because we don't need it to be explained.

This is our ratatouille, and we love the rats in the kitchen.

[computerglitch306]

So, clearly I should be doing my physics, instead, I'm brainstorming on this. So let me write this down to come back to later.

So you know how Wilford (Warfstashe) has very little to deal with on the side of time holding him back, he's stuck in this [some more dedicated Markiplier ego fan fill in this blank]. But, does this mean that his universe has the ability to hold him down? We are aware that Dark and Anti both can interact, and from there they kind of bridge quite a few different ego Universes. Do you think Wilford could upgrade from "teleporting" around the room, to "borrowing" someone's body? But not in a darkiplier way, like a "Whoops, here for a minute, how you do?" Type of way.

[buckysmith]

He gets drunk

Includes: Alejandro, Grave, Ghost and Soap

Warning: Adult stuff, mention of alcohol use, 18+ stuff but not to heavy

(Has nothing to do with the headcanons I just love that song and listened to it while writing )

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Alejandro: (not my gift)

- he is actually a man who can stand a lot of alcohol

- he doesn't really like drinking games, but if Rudy challenges him, he's not the one to shy away from it

- as I said, he can stand a lot of the devils liquor but holy hell after an amount of it that could possibly kill any other human he’s not the stoic thinking Alejandro Vargas.

- He knows he’s a good locking man so it’s not unusual that some chicas or chicos flirts with him

- some of his team would call you in situations like that, not because he’s a cheater no. They would call you to pick him up because he gets whiny and grumpy about that your not here with him

- ofc you would pick your love sick husband up but to be honest, after one whole bottle of Mezcal he’s fucked up (just to remember you that would most possible kill any other person) and wouldn’t really recognize you

- at first he would tell you to go away cause he’s in a relationship

- when you want to take him with you he gets angry, telling you to fuck off cause he has the most beautiful, loving, kind hearted and attractive S/O in the whole world

- you would giggle about it, telling you your his s/o

- he would try to recognize your face but because of the darkness and way to much alcohol he just couldn’t

- but he would recognize your scent

- yeah, good luck going home after he recognized you

- cough instead horny cough

- anyways, even though he’s fucked up your night wouldn’t end quickly after you got him home

- oh and even in this state your his top priority ;)

(I’m sorry but I think drunk as fuck he would dance/ sing to that song Vamos a la Playa)

Graves: (not my gift)

- He hates drinking games more than anything else

- but if someone challenges him he can’t say no, his ego ist waaaay to big for that

- after a good amount of alcohol he would call you to take him home

- he knows he’s an attractive man so from time to time people would hit at him but he would causally show his wedding ring (he doesn’t even want to look at the people that want him)

- he knows he can’t drive and he doesn’t want to take an Uber (it’s just not safe as someone like him) so he would wait for you

- he would wait till you show up with another drink in his hand

- he’s not quite talkative on your way home, but he would lay his hand on your thigh, murmur a lot of sweet nothings and a lot of dirty things

- after you both got home he would ask you to take his clothes off

- cough alcohol makes him horny and you do too cough

Soap: (not my gift)

- he likes the taste of scotch that sharp, distinct flavor is what he likes about it

- The few times he has with his whole team are most likely to have a serious matter but the rare times when they can sit in a bar drinking with each other and don’t have to worry to get killed end most of the time with a drinking game

- he isn’t as good with alcohol as ghost or price but he would definitely try to win that stupid drinking game

- price would be the one that calls you

- soap would only sit in some corner, with a picture of you in his hand whining that he wants you to be here with you (he’s love sick)

- the moment you’re in front of him, kneeling between his legs and gently touching his cheeks would end with you back first in the wooden floor

- Ghost would definitely take pics/ videos of you too, most likely to tease soap after he’s sober

- You would take your big boy home

- he’s more on the cuddle side

- he wants you to touch him, to tell him sweet nothings and praise him

Ghost: (not my gift)

- no matter how much he drinks, he isn’t able to get drunk

- fr this man can drink stuff that could kill any other human and he’s still fucking sober (at least he seems to)

- But even though he isn’t the usual drunk man, he gets homesick or better he wants to go home to you

- he knows even though he’s still able to put one and one to two he’s not gonna drive home so he would call you

- he’s a ghost, the others wouldn’t notice that he disappeared (at least they would notice when he’s already over the hills)

- love sick puppy

- he had it rough and in times like that he needs you more than anything

- he’s quite emotional when he’s drunk, it’s most likely the only time he’s able to cry and to let out his feelings

- Cuddle with him, praise him, pet him, take care of him, you’re the one he needs the most

[lilywastaken]

⇝ chica linda .

Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: You give Alejandro a massage.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), NSFW !

A/N: blaming this all on @lucyisdoingfine because I have been thinking about Alejandro and Rudy for hours thanks to our conversations 😔 enjoy the actual word vomit that is fucking Alejandro on the couch <33

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

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save a horse ride a cowboy-

"Ay, mi amor."

The sounds that were leaving your husband were nothing short of graphic, his built body trembling beneath you as you worked on his muscles, trying your best to keep him from falling off the sofa every time his mind went numb.

"That good?"

"Si, Dios- yes." You watched him shove his head into the pillow, a shiver running down his spine as you put pressure on a specific point in his back. "Hng…"

"You're so fucking tense, Ale. It's ridiculous. Why're you so stressed?" You cooed, stopping momentarily to lean down and press a soft kiss to his name, smiling at the muffled moan that left his lips.

"You…"

"Me?" You replied, adjusting yourself on the seat you'd taken at the small of his back, resuming your work. "Do I stress you out?"

Alejandro screwed his eyes shut as he felt your hands continue to roam his sculpted back, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against his waist enough to push him over the edge.

"You're sitting half naked on my back, nena… Of course you're stressing me out." He grumbled, a moan interrupting him as you pressed onto a knot between his shoulders.

"Oh?"

"Stressing me out that I can't just take you right now." You giggled at the desperation that filled his voice, finishing with the stress in his back and running your hands over the countless scars that littered his tan skin, letting yourself collapse on his back.

"You need to relax. I can take care of you." Your arms sneaked around his upper body, smuggling your face between his shoulder blades, peppering kisses over the rough skin. "Can't I, Ale?"

"Pero, mi vida-"

"Shh. You're always the one taking care of me, shouldn't I get to return the favour?" Your hands burrowed their way out from under him and started running down the sides of his torso, taking your time in feeling the toned muscles beneath your fingertips. "C'mon, turn around."

You lifted yourself off him so he could move underneath you, grunting until he was lying on his back, flushed face and darkened eyes meeting yours.

"Hi." You greeted with a coo, hand coming up to cup his face and run your thumb over the apple of his cheeks. "So handsome."

A sleazy grin pulled at Alejandro's lips, his ego getting stroked every time you gave him a compliment, especially during moments like these. "Ven pa'ca."

His hands gripped at your thighs as you sat yourself back down on his lap, leaning down to press your lips to his, your own hands grabbing at his shoulders and slowly making their way up to grab at his hair.

"Mi chica linda…" he murmured against your lips, grinding his crotch up onto your clothed cunt. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" You repeated softly as you pulled back, arching your back so you could mimic his movements and slowly rub yourself on the tent in his boxers, lying your head on one of his wide shoulders and gazing up at him, growing warm as he moved his head to stare at you through half lidded eyes.

"Mm, for taking care of me." He purred, hands landing on your ass and tugging at your underwear, snickering as he pulled at the elastic and let it snap back against your skin, slowly starting to pull them down as he ceased both your movements.

"You're my husband, Ale. Gotta make sure you're well taken care of." You raised your hips to make it easier for him to get rid of your panties, returning the favour by pulling his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out, mouth watering at the sight of it slapping against his tummy. "God, I always forget how big you are."

He chuckled, letting out a hiss as you took it in your hand, running it up and down and rubbing your thumb over the head as his thick pre started leaking out. "Need a reminder, nena?"

You rolled your eyes at his never ending cockiness, letting go of him and moving yourself to hover over him, both of you letting out a moan and groan respectively at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Dios, come on." His fingers dug into your thighs as he tried to press you down, but a swift slap to his chest got him to snap out of it.

"Calm down…" you murmured, running your fingers through the coarse hair that littered his upper body. "Taking it slow, okay?"

You saw the frustration fill his face at the thought of having to wait even longer to have you sat on his cock, so you slowly started to push yourself down on him, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt every last inch of him pressing against your walls.

"Fuck, Ale!"

"Mírate, amor…" He breathed out with a groan, hand hitting the top of the sofa and gripping the fabric, keeping himself from just moving you both and absolutely wrecking you from behind like he always did.

"G-give me a second, Ale…" You whimpered, rolling your hips in order to adjust yourself to his size, your wetness dripping out and soaking his pubes and balls. "God, you feel so so good…"

"Con calma…" He whispered, hands caressing your thighs as he urged you to take it slowly, pressing himself up a bit to both help you take him and create some friction.

"I can do it…" You doubled over and arched your back so you could bounce up and down on his cock slowly, unlike all the past times Alejandro had gotten you to ride him as fast as you could, wrecking your insides and rendering you dumb.

"Yeah, there you go." He growled, hands helping you move along his cock, his hands gripping your love handles in hopes that that would ground him enough to keep himself from losing it. "Good girl, esa es."

God, you loved how perfect this angle felt, it let you feel every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against your walls, the head of his cock easily battering against your cervix every time you were pulled down.

"Hng! Got- Fuck, faster-" You whined to yourself as you started to feel that familiar knot forming in your tummy, legs shaking as you tried your best to go a bit faster, screwing your eyes shut in concentration.

"Need me to take over, amor?" Alejandro let out a breathless chuckle, slapping at your thigh to watch you tremble as you tried lifting yourself up.

You wanted to shake your head, to continue until you were both sweaty and cum-lax, but you knew that you didn't have as much stamina as he did to continue, lying yourself on his chest and nodding your head, mewling against his sweaty skin.

"Yes, please…"

You cried out as his open palm hit your ass this time, both of them grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them, using them as leverage to slam up into you the way he knew both of you liked, laughing out heartily as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Así? You like it?"

"Mhm, yes, god, yes! I love it, Ale!"

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, the sounds that were leaving both of you nothing less than pornographic.

The feeling of your husband's cock wrecking your insides was amazing, tears filling your eyes as you felt the knot inside of you get ready to snap, the pleasure filling your body immeasurable to the point where your brain shut off.

"C'mon, mi amor. You can do it. Ya sabes, I'm not finishing before you." He cooed into your ear, peppering kisses over your sweaty face as drool pooled down onto his chest. "Ay, my dumb girl."

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you finally got pushed over the edge along with his dirty talk spoken in that beautiful voice of his, your cunt clenching around his cock and soaking it in your juices, most of them running pooling down onto the sofa and covering his balls.

"Carajo, you've soaked me, mi vida." He laughed, pressing your ass down onto him with one hand while the other tangled itself in your hair, moving your head up so you could slot your lips together, drool and spit being shared in a desperate kiss as you rode out your high and Alejandro continued slamming into you chasing his own.

"Where do you want it?" He moaned out as he let you go, holding your head in place so he could continue covering your face in sloppy messy kisses, your lipstick that had rubbed onto his lips staining your own face. "Dentro?"

"Inside!" You spluttered out, tears running down your cheeks as he groaned out, spilling into you with one final powerful thrust.

The feeling of his spend gushing into you was enough to make another orgasm run through your body, both of you clinging to each other as you enjoyed the warmth and pleasure you were sharing.

"Como te amo…" Alejandro sighed out as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping your arms around your waist and letting you cockwarm him until he deemed it enough. "Mi chica linda…"